A/N: I am glad to be writing again. Also revamping What is Love?, working on ch3 of it too.

Disclaimer: See profile.

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Ignite

Chapter 3

The skies were dark by the time they got back to Bra's home. It was still daytime, but the skys had other plans. In the distance thunder could be heard, occassionally a bolt of lightning shot through the sky many miles from where they stood. A chilly breeze brushed past their hair, and the girls shivered slightly. They had a tolerance to the colder weather due to their bloodlines, Bra more so than Pan, as Pan was only a quarter Saiyan, but she was proud of it, more than her best friend was. Pan took a deep breath of the cool air, she could taste the rain on the back of her tongue. She smiled, she loved the rain, it was her favorite part about nature. If she had to choose where she would live, she would live like how her grandfather was raised, in the mountains fending for oneself. But, she knew that Bra could never do that. She was so much like her mother, even though her mother was adventerous, I had heard them talk about their stories from when Bulma and her grandfather were in their teens. Bra, looked at Pan, enjoying herself outside. The snapping of her fingers drew Pan from her thoughts. Pan gave Bra a questioning look, and she had tapped on her own watch. Pan sighed and entered the house behind Bra. Closing the door behind her.

Pan looked around, something seemed off. Weird. She brushed the feeling off, following the blue haired girl who didn't seem to notice how it was eerily quiet. Pan followed the girl up the stairs, Bra opened her door, flipping on the light. Pan glanced behind her, while walking, still nothing, when she turned around, she bumped into a familiar surface. She looked up, apologizing. "Oh hey, just you." She said. "Okay." She pat his chest, moving around him. She felt a little on edge, and he stopped her, pulling her back over to him, his purple eyes observed her for a moment. There was a sly grin on his face. It was charming. Pan raised her brow, "yes Trunks?"

Trunks held her hand in his, the smile playing on his lips. He could feel her pulse through her fingertips. "Eerie isn't it?" She nodded, wondering how he thought like her at times. "Come to my room, when you're done with Bra, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, because this isn't creepy or anything." She joked. Raising their hands, as if to say, this, this is weird. He let go. She continued her walk to Bra's room. When she looked back, he was gone. Pan turned back, and ducked into Bra's room, closing the door behind her. The light stung her eyes for a moment. She looked around, Bra had an attached bathroom to her room. "I just saw Trunks in the hall... And he was acting suspicious.." Pan trailed off looking at the assortment of clothing on the bed. Her quickest shower ever.

Bra walked out of the bathroom, towel and her body, I hadn't heard the shower going. Must've gotten a new showerhead. Bra headed toward her bed. "Pick one." She said. Pan shifted to face the bed, looking the outfits, completed with the lingerie to match.

"Tell me it isn't one of those kinds of nights?" Pan asked, slumping on the bed. She disliked handsy guys' the most. And the fact she could easily break their hands if they got too frisky it would cause so many problems. Pan fixated her gaze onto Bra, eyes boring into her. "Please say it isn't."

Bra picked up and dropped articles of clothing, "okay, okay, stop that. You know I don't like it when you do that whole owl thing. Staring and the not blinking thing. It's super creepy Pan." Pan looked away for a moment, then back at her, grinning while she stared.

"This? You mean this is creepy?" Pan did her creepiest possible expression. Bra smacked her, then threw a black and red lingerie set at her, Bra sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with a baby blue and black lingerie set.

"Yes Pan. It might be one of those eveninings. But, promise me you won't hurt them too much?" Bra confessed.

She heard Pan groan. "I know you, you can't promise that." Pan reached over for Bra's hand, she gave it willingly, Pan squeezed her hand, reassuringly. Pan sat up, letting go of the feminine hand. She eyed the garnments that Bra threw at her. She held the B38 bra and the medium matching underwear.

"I am not sleeping with him." She said dryly.

"Because you have a thing for my brother?" Bra questioned.

"Why would you think that?" She asked, quizzically.

"Because I heard your exchange in the hall." Bra revealed.

"I told you no at school, and I will tell you no now." She established. Pan eyed Bra, taking her clothes off as they spoke.

Bra rolled her eyes. "Right. You act like I can't hear your exchanges with each other. Come on, tell me."

Pan made the motion for Bra to turn around while she switched into her new set of undergarnmets. She didn't particularly enjoy being watched by a girl, it didn't give her the same allure and excitement as when a guys' eyes undressed her before she herself did. Bra grunted, "we have been bathing and playing together since we were kids, I even know your sizes, why does it matter whether I see you naked or not now?"

Pan gave her a look she couldn't see. Choosing not to answer. She slipped the sexy boyshorts up her long slender legs, hooking her thumbs in the hem to slide the fabric over her rump, once there; she moved her hands to the bra, fastening it behind her and adjusting her well sized breasts. "Okay, it's on." Bra turned around squealing, running over to her, marveling at her ability to find the right fit for her friend. Pan thanked her, and grabbed the black and red dress that matched with it. Pan caught her image in Bra's body length mirror. She twisted side to side slowly, ignoring Bra's fawning. Pan's dark orbs slid over her slender figure, marveling at just how good she did look. Her lips curled into a mischevious grin, maybe this could be fun, it's nice to feel pretty every once in awhile, right?

"Pan!" Bra shouted, snapping Pan out of her thoughts, she turned her gaze to her blue haired friend, her eye catching on the earrings she wore. They were a pretty purple, like the amethyst gemstone, studs. Recognizing them, Pan had bought them for Bra when they were younger, while in high school. They were a birthday gift, Bra had broken up an ex and was feeling blue, Pan grinned inwardly at the thought, Pan had come over to comfort her and revealed the earrings and cheered her best friend right up. Pan reached out and touched the studs gently.

"I'm glad you're wearing them still." Pan commented, poking them. Bra reached up, grasping Pan's hand, she pulled her hand down, leaned in and rested their foreheads together, closing her eyes. She exhaled slowly.

"Of course I am silly. I love them. They are my favorite pair." She cooed. Bra then opened her eyes and stepped away. "Enough that now! Lets finish getting ready!" Twirling over to her own outfit, she had slipped her under garnments on while Pan got into hers.

Pan watched her for a moment, feeling a bit lonely as the brief warmth dissipated. Bringing her attention to the item on the bed. Gliding over to it, she bent over, teasing the daintity fabric, grabbing the shoulders of the dress, she lifted it up. Pivoting toward the mirror again, putting the cool fabric against her skin, cocking her head to the side, examining it. She scrunched up her nose, this wasn't her style. Ignoring her own displeasure, she ruffled the dress, curling it inwards, and sliding it over her arms, then head. Pan's slim fingers slid to the zipper, she glanced at her friend, "Bra, can you get this?"

Bra had finished putting her attire on already, she was light in her step, but quick. Bra slide the zipper up, and peered at Pan. She giggled and padded toward the bathroom to do her makeup and hair. Pan rolled her eyes, knowing that would take time. Pan looked at herself again, the dresses sleeves were 3/4 in width, hanging just off her shoulders, the dresses collar dipped far below her collarbone, revealing quite a bit of cleavage, eyes dropping down, it hugged her body in just the right kind of ways. Dropping her hands down, the hem of the dress, two and a half hand lengths above her knees. Much shorter than dresses she's worn in the past. It puffed out a bit, making it a little flowy from the hips down.

The sound of vibrating came from her bag, she walked to it, reaching inside, it was still buzzing. She recognized the number, but declined it as Bra walked out. She's on a roll of being quick today. Bra strolled over to the mirror, admiring everything about herself. She had curled her hair, they bounced when she walked, along with her assests. Shifting from foot to foot, her dress swayed with her, it was blue with black lacing over it. It almost matched Pan's dress, which was black with red lacing. Pan rolled her eyes at Bra's irony. Bra caught Pan's eye in the mirror, her mouth dropping, she whipped her head around, "you're not done! Get in there!" She pointed to the bathroom. Pan looked warily at the bathroom. "Don't give it that look, you have to doll up too."

Pan rose, begrudgingly heading to the bathroom. Entering, it was still slightly steamy from Bra's shower. Pan remembered she hadn't had the time to shower yet. Checking her underarms, and legs, they weren't too fuzzy, but she opted to shave just in case.

Bra gathered up her essential belongings needed for the evening, placing them into her small shoulder bag. Her phone, lipgloss, eyeliner, mascara, a mini can of hair spray, she grinned when she went for the condoms that were in a can next to her bed. Pan popped her head out for a short moment, seeing the action, deciding not to ask her question. Pan leaned away from the door frame, staring at herself. She had just gotten done shaving and putting lotion on, it took a moment afterward to realize it was the glittery kind, annnnd now I look like a stripper. Great. Just great. She tried wiping her hands off on a towel, then grabbed the curling iron and began to do a light curl on her hair, which she tied into a hair tie anyway, pulling it down to the side for that sexy librarian look. Yep, now I am definitely a stripper, just need the makeup to match. Bra poked her head in now, snatching the eyeliner out of Pan's hand, insisting that she do it for her. After five minutes of arguing, Pan submitted to Bra's demands. Drawing the line at the excessive amount of eyeshadow, foundation and a blush. Bra turned her to face the mirror, showing off her work. Pan blinked a few times, adjusting eyes to the heavy mascara. Though it only felt heavy, it didn't look it. Pan rose, leaning into the mirror, admiring Bra's work. Fine, "fine, it looks good. Can we go now?"

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Two young women entered through the large glass doors, the chandiliers that hung above shimmered with the glow of candles, they were turning heads and got several double takes and a few triples. The other women of the lobby didn't seem too taken with them like their men were. Bra embraced it. Pan shifted uncomfortably. Bra scanned the surroundings, looking for their dates. She spotted to young men sitting on a couch, drinks in hand, sipping them as if they didn't notice the many other women there fawning over them. One of them glanced in their direction, he spit up his drink a little, seeming startled, his long arm reached to his friend, Pan noticed the action and drew her attention to the man's friend. She froze, unsure of how to react. Bra noticed briefly, but tugged her friend along, Pan moved rigidly. When they arrived, both gentleman were standing.

The first of the two, he was tall, beautiful even with angelic features, short spikey blonde hair that had been gelled to stay in place, though there were a few strands that were loose and hung past his hairline, above his brow. Pan had taken her gaze from the second to examine the first. She knew Bra would want this one, aside from liking her uncle, she noticed that over the years that Bra was attracted to men like this one that stood before them. Pan studied his face, he looked familiar, though she couldn't think of where she had seen him. Brought from her thoughts, when he extended his hand to her, she took it, squeezed a little too tightly for him, he winced. Immediately she released, to herself she grinned, that's what I thought, too weak for me, taking a peak at Bra, who gave her a warning look, too weak for her too. Pan resumed her studying of hime. He wore a dark blue jacket with a white button down dress shirt, dark blue pants with a black belt and black shiney shoes. He had taken his hand back, trying desperately not to rub the pain away. He seemed proud and stubborn. Not the best combination match for Bra. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Bra since the introductions, not even to shake her hand, except for taking his hand back, then immediately back to her. His eyes were a baby blue, peering intently at her friend. She grunted.

Shifting took her attention from the first man, she peered at the second. Dark skin, a black mohawk, dark brown eyes that watched her carefully. She was getting a tad self concious for a moment until he extended his hand to her, she took it gingerly. He bowed and pressed his lips gently against her knuckles. He stayed there for a moment, a grin forming against her skin. Before she knew it, he raised, pulling her to him, slipping his other hand to the shallow of her back. In shock she placed the palms of her hands on his chest and had to tilt her chin to look him directly in the eye, she was rearing up to punch him when he let out a boastful laugh. "Pan! It's so good to see you!" His voice light, but deep. It sent a shiver down her spine. She hugged him in return, while pulling back, she punched him in the chest. He winced, not because of the blow, but because of the act, he was acting for the benefit of his friend. The two still embraced saw the shudder that came from his friend. Pan looked away, taking her acquaintances hands from around her off. He didn't seem to want to let go, though after doing a battle of shifting with her, he gave up and released her. He stepped back and smiled brightly at Bra, "always nice to see you too."

Bra smiled back, "you too Uub, thank you for setting this up." Instantly she covered her mouth, glmpsing at Pan. Giving her an apologetic look, Bra knew of her and Uub's history. For a time in high school, the two were in a relationship. It had ended on an awkward note. As Pan flattened her dress, Bra saw that Uub carefully kept his eyes on the motions, he had been eating her up with his eyes the entire time since his friend grabbed his attention.

"I'm Rayon Staccio, the son of..." Pan had listened for his name, not much past that was irrelavant. Pan looked away from the three, to scan the room, she felt an eerie chill in the room. As if someone had been watching her. She shivered. Uub fidgetted and handed Pan his jacket, she glanced at it, dismissed it.

"I'm fine." Pan murmmered, her dark eyes stopping on a what she thought was a familiar tuff of hair, though when the person turned around, she felt almost dejected. Scrunching her nose, she thought it was a weird feeling. Pan dismissed the feeling, a rumble in her stomach, she blushed, it was a tad loud, as several people looked their way. "Shall we eat?"

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The four of them and their host walked to their table, it was a booth that could easily sit eight people comfortably. Bra scooted into the middle, claiming that spot. Pan didn't want to be in the middle, if something happened she wanted to be on the end, to get into the action, though that hardly ever happened when she attended these dates with Bra, though it did happen from time to time. Uub saw her delimma, he placed a hand on her shoulder, "I can protect you". Pan gave him a side glance, shrugging off his hand, no you can't. Uub frowned getting the hint. Feeling rejected he slumped down. Pan turned toward the host before he walked away. "If anything unusual happens, please come get me right away. I can help." The host raised his brow, but, nodded. He felt that, that was unusual. Though as he walked away after handing out their menus, he met up with the other hosts and hostesses, giving side glances to Pan's table, a few of them recognized Pan and Bra. Then proceeded to give pats on the back to the host in a comforting manner. One of the women that had patted him on the back, headed toward Pan's table.

"Welcome back ladies," pausing, "gentlemen." The four exchanged looks, she continued looking directly at Pan, "thank you so much for the last time. You were such a big help when it came down it." A smile playing on Pan's lips. Rayon was the first to ask, Bra told him that the last time they were here, there was a group of men that came in, in masks and wanted to rob the customers of their jewelry and money. When they came to their table, they did the worse possible thing they could have done. Bra paused and looked at Pan, then back to Rayon, "they interrupted her eating." Rayon looked past Bra, an incredulous look upon his features.

Pan, still smiling, "I'm a growing young woman." Bra, Uub and the hostess chuckled.

"You certainly are." Uub said, giving her this look admiration. Pan gave him a half smile, she felt that comment was more creepy than complimenting. Pan turned her attention to the hostess, obviously pleading for her to go on without a word. The hostess got the drift, finishing Bra's story.

"And so, she beat the, pardon my language, crap out of them, without causing too much damage to the restaurant." She continued. "My manager said that tonight's dinner is on the house. Eat as much as you want, Miss." With that, she walked away, and the waiter approached, Pan's grin was wide now, she recognized this one, he's served them before. As he arrived, he saw who was at it his table. His smile faltered. Oh no. Not these two again.

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Sometime later Pan leaned back, full, without a care in the world. "Man, you put back a lot!" Uub announced, casting a look at the empty piles of in front of the young woman, and then Pan looked at his stack, "like you're one to talk". Rayon stared at the two, he had just two measly plates laid out in front of him, and he hadn't even finished his food. He was afraid to even look at Bra's, but he checked, just to be sure. He sighed in relief, only one plate. Pan looked at Bra, "not going to eat more?"

Bra glanced, over her shoulder, she winked, then back to Rayon. "Ready for dessert?" The waiter asked.

Immediately Pan perked up. "Yes! One of everything, for me, please." The waiter sighed, getting the orders of the other members of the table, then walking away.

The waiter came back with a platter of the desserts ordered, laid them on the table. It was a good thing that they had such a big space to fit all of the plates. The bussers tried to take away the plates before they got out of hand, but the task was just too great, they were forced to wait till the party had gone.

Pan was eating her last scoop of ice cream when the waiter came by, asking if they needed anything else, when they said no, he told them to have a good night. Bra looked at the boys', you'll cover the tip won't you? Since dinner was free due to Pan's heroics? The guys' looked at one another, they nodded, Bra continued "$150 sound good?" The waiter overheard, stopping in his tracks. He glanced back, Bra gave him a wink. Both Rayon and Uub grumbled, pulling out half each and handing it to the waiter who backtracked to receive his tip.

The group was getting up when Pan had the sensation of being watched again, she narrowed her eyes and looked around. Still, there was no one specifically looking in their direction. She shivered, she didn't like the feeling. Bra grabbed Pan's hand, "ready for the next stop?" Pan squeezed it.

"Might as well get this evening over with." She grunted.

The ladies took the lead, as they walked toward a pair of wide staircases, with a gold plated railing, the stairs themselves were a white marble with black flecks, their shoes clicked on the stone, Uub and Rayon had been admiring them from behind, both ladies were very shapely from behind. Rayon nudged Uub, whispering to him. "They'll be putty in our hands, after tonight." Uub rolled his eyes, not responding. Though, it would be nice to get with her again, Uub thought. He remembered his time with her when they were in high school, he had taken her to her prom, and it was fantastic evening, but, what followed made them end their relationship. He sighed at the memory. He nearly ran into Pan, if he hadn't popped back into reality.

"Ah, sorry." He apologized, backing up.

Pan pulled her phone out of bra, as it began buzzing. A text from Trunks. You forgot to do something earlier. Pan tilted her head, putting her forefinger to chin in thought. Recalling their conversation at the house. "Oh!" She said allowed, as Uub bumped into her. She heard him apologize, she said it was okay, then proceeded to punch in her response to Trunks.

Ahh, my bad! I totally forgot, Bra was practically pushing me out the door. Sorry! Pan up her hand reflexively, as if he could see her.

There was a long wait before the next buzz, I guess if she was being pushy, it's fine. Date with dad is done. What're you up to?

Pan giggled, remembering their earlier conversation at the store. Uub looked at her suspiciously, as she responded to whoever it was she was talking to, her expression changed from serious to light in a moment. We finished dinner at Shimmer, Bra is now having us partake in the nightclub portion of it. Also, you'd never guess who was one of the dates. Or specifically my date. She responded.

The response was quicker than expected, oh? Should I be jealous?

Pan paused, teasing me, huh? She thought. Oh yes, Trunks, he's young, muscular, probably a better fighter than you.

Young and muscular? Are you looking in a mirror? Wait you said probably a better fighter. There is no one better than me. Trunks responded.

You could be right. There is no better date than myself! Pan chuckled. But, no seriously, that makes me sound concieted. You know this person. I could have said yes, after all.

"Pan?" Bra asked, peering overhead, trying to take a peek at her phone. Pan looked up, bumping heads with Bra. "Ah, ow."

"Ouchie. What is it Bra?" Pan asked, rubbing her head.

"We're next, pull out your ID." Bra said, still trying to steal a look. Pan pushed her away, tucking her phone into her bra, pulling out her ID, showing it to the bouncer as they entered. The nightclub was stormy appearing in the entrance, not like the restaurant down below. The theme for this club changed often. There was a fog machine running for the entrance, and a thunderous music sounded until you entered the club itself. The four of them stood at the entrance, Pan and Bra were taken in by the decorations and the males looked for the bar, and saw many beautiful women there. There was a long bar to the right, against the wall, there were stars and moons hanging from the ceiling, a chilly breeze could be felt from the open doors leading to the patio. To the left, a vast dance floor could be seen, the DJ platform next to it so guests could request songs as they please.

Pan's bra buzzed, she ignored it, when Uub approached her. "Do you want a drink, Pan?"

"Do you know what I like?" Pan asked.

He was silent for a moment, "come with me?"

Pan headed over to the bar with him, ordered her drink, she took a sip of it, "thanks". Uub leaned his shoulder against hers.

"Can I ask you something?" He questioned, appearing as if he didn't want to hear the answer.

"I suppose?" Pan responded, not paying much mind to Uub, or his slight advances.

He waited, watched her lips touch the glass, he licked his own lips, a stab behind his naval. "Was... Was that your boyfriend you were talking to?"

Pan glanced sideways at him, "no, just a friend." Pausing. "I do not have one, and do not want one." She pushed herself from the counter.

"I, I was wondering if you regretted saying no back then, but it I am guessing you don't." He questioned.

Pan rolled her eyes. "Look, if I wanted to talk about the past, I would have hit you up. I am only here because Bra wants me to be. I have no intentions of discussing that with you." She was annoyed. Pan walked away from, heading over to Bra. "Hey, look so, this," pausing to motion to Uub "isn't going to work out."

Bra had been dancing with Rayon, and getting into it. Bra gave her a look of 'try to have fun'. Pan knew she wasn't going to get anywhere with her. Downing her drink, she moved to the dance floor. They were playing a rock-pop song, the music was easy to dance to, so she allowed her body to feel the rhythm. Her hips swayed, the dress swished with it and caught the eyes of a few young men in the area. She pressed herself against the wall that the DJ was behind. Her hips moving sexily with the music. Pan grinned to herself, and it sent shivers down the men's backs as they watched her.

Pan hadn't realized it, because she was focusing, but the presence she had sensed earlier that evening had returned, it was nearer now. It walked past the men, heading straight for her. She felt it get closer now, she opened her eyes to peer up at the presence. It was there now, in front of her. One of her hands went teasingly to the collar of her dress, tugging at the fabric, revealing that much more of cleavage. Pan was letting out a bit of frustration on the floor, and dancing felt right. Pan bit her lip as she looked at the person in front of her, making eye contact with them. She looked them up and down, and they advanced, placing both hands on either side of her, leaning in close, closer now. They dipped their chin down to her ear, and whispered to her.

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To be continued in chapter 4. :)